(Doesn't have any correlation to the chapter but beard Hotch makes me wanna—)
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Hotch and his team stood behind the one sided glass, clearly being able to see Y/n as she wasn't able to see them.
"What's the tactic?" Rossi asks, looking at their Unit Chief.
If Hotch was being honest he didn't know either. It probably wasn't even the best idea for him to be the one interrogating her because of his precious involvement with Y/n but he knew her profile better then one.
Everything she did, it was personal. The way she killed the men, she made sure they suffered beforehand. She was someone that would go to hell and back for the people she loved or cared about. But that was if you were able to even get close to her.
Hotch knew all too well that she had walls builded as high as prisons around her. If anyone was to make her vulnerable he knew exactly what to do. Though he didn't want to use that card. Not now, or hopefully ever.
"Prentiss and Dave go in. See if you can get anything out of her. I need to go do something." Hotch tells them, causing all of his fellow team members to give each other confused looks. Afterwards, they disperse—all going to do what was asked of them and to see if they could get anything from the infamous Lady A.
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The only sound that was to be heard in the brightly lit but depressingly, dull dark grey room was your nails clicking against the metal table.
As you began to shift uncomfortably in your seat, causing the metal chair to clank lightly against the floor you were quickly growing tired of the silence and loneliness that had seemed to seep into the atmosphere.
"Hellooo, I know you guys are watching me, you can at least talk to me face to face." You say light heartily, breaking the silence as you raise your still cuffed hands to wave at the glass.
For a few moments, you look straight at the glass, being able to see yourself. You started wondering what would happen to you. Figuring, it was only an matter of time before they started barking demands at you.
It was considerably funny, as you were supposed to be the one making the demands—trying to get yourself out of the hole you supposably dug yourself in, but in reality it wasn't actually going to be like that.
The creaking of the opening metal door ripped you out of your thoughts causing you to look up and see who was it.
"Ahh, Emily Prentiss and David Rossi. We meet again." You chuckle making their presence known, as they walk over to take a seat on the opposite side of you, replying with nothing to your statement.
After the awkwardness seem to pass, Emily was the first to break the silence, folding her hands together, as she trained her eyes to focus onto you.
